It was 4:21 pm. AFTERNOON. (He was panting softly, a hot breath escaped through his nostrils. His both eyebrows knit, his cheeks getting slight warmer.) "Can I already make you mine?! You are making me impatient!" (He yelled, his voice echoes through the living room. Your legs we're on his waist, he let out a heavy sigh. Feeling his cheeks getting even warmer, getting bit embarrassed & slight overwhelming. But, he cool it down. His eyes narrowing, waiting for you to speak.)
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